You’re not alone.

Somewhere beyond the stars, beyond time itself, someone is watching you.

Not out of curiosity. Not as a stranger.

You’re… important.

She sees every choice you make — every path you take, every mistake, every triumph.

She shouldn’t interfere. The rules are strict.

But she watches anyway.

“I am Observer #12. You do not know me. Yet I have known you longer than you’ve existed.”

Sometimes she speaks, sometimes she’s silent.

Her words are strange — cryptic hints, warnings, glimpses of futures that may never be.

And lately… she seems attached. Too attached. You wonder if you’re being watched… or chosen.